Chapter 11: Stampede
"Hah!" Cecile and Nana stabbed a horned boar right in the head. The spear Hiro gave them was strong enough against normal monsters.
However, despite Hiro eating part of the boar, he didn't gain any new metamorphic tentacle abilities. He wondered why his metamorphic tentacle only allowed him to produce wood and bones. Animals and plants are composed of many different tissues—animals have skin, fangs, horns, nails, scales, and more. Birds have beaks and feathers, for example. Plants too! Plants don't just produce wood; they also have leaves and fruits, and some fruits have different parts, like cotton, nectar, and seeds. Yet, Hiro could only create wood and bones and flesh. Flesh was his main body material, so it didn't count.
After downing the boar, Hiro made a bone knife for the girls to cut the meat. Although the girls had only met three days ago, they worked like a well-oiled machine. Nana sliced the meat apart nicely while Cecile skinned the boar, hung it up, and drained its blood. Rebecca made a fire to roast some of the meat for their lunch.
"We need this later. Please don't eat it. Could you make some storage bags for us, Mr. Tentacle?" Cecile asked Hiro. He obliged by wrapping himself around Cecile and then creating a bag on her back. Hiro was so happy the girls depended on him that he forgot to do anything lewd, even though two days had passed. A pulsing, pink bag made of flesh appeared. The bag was horrendous, to say the least, but it was the best Hiro could manage.
He wanted to make leather but didn't have animal skin in his metamorphic tentacle skill. This realization disappointed him. Wrapping the girls in just his fleshy bits didn't excite him as much as wrapping them in skintight black leather. Little did he know, while leather is made from animal skin, it is a different material altogether. The skin needed to be tanned to be processed into leather. His dream of wrapping the girls in skintight black leather would not come true.
"Can you talk? You certainly understand us, right? Why can't you talk?" Rebecca asked, poking Hiro's flesh with her finger. It was ticklish, and he squirmed.
"Maybe this one can't talk? Rebecca, don't bully it," Cecile said.
"I don't like the fact that it comes from our crotch. Can you move somewhere else? Hyaa! Stop it!" Hiro emerged from Rebecca and tickled her armpits. Despite the many instances of molestation, she only felt ticklish. Hiro was puzzled by her. Nana and Cecile could go into heat right away if he touched them lewdly, but Rebecca didn't react much.
"Well... it certainly has calmed down. I wonder if it would do that thing again..." Nana suggestively stroked Hiro's tentacle, running her forefinger along it seductively. Hiro ignored her; he was not in the mood. He wanted to be the one doing the assault, not being assaulted.
"Maybe it was just a one-time thing? Like a rite?"
"I think it will do it again in the near future," Cecile said with conviction, knowing she had been on the receiving end more than once. Hiro teased her by wrapping her head and caressing her face. "Un... stop it. Let's go."